The hand, a curry comb
Or a horse’s teeth;
A grooming block
To chase away
That winter hair.
Herd ritual preformed
Between two equine;
Not performable
Without another
What’s me, the lead mare for:
Perform that dynamic role.
Daily Archives: February 18, 2012
Rhyming 6
That big ball of gas
Heats up this grass
Out in the field
Where workers build
Shops stories high
Future employees will lie
Just to get you to buy
That product you will find.
Rhyming 5
Let’s go where we can run
So we can have so much fun
Let’s throw a ball
Even though it’s not fall.
From Place of Rest to Torture Table
Torture Bed
Horizontally laying
Pins and needles
Repeated stabbing
Squirming avoidance
Fist, the catalyst
Hovering between
Firm mattress
Spastic back
A touch
Not enough
Digging fingers
Inward pushing
Submission achieved
Back to stretching;
Daily existence.